Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.